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Salvation	By : madnad Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Boondock fans should get a kick out of this chapter. Enjoy, and don't forget to R&R.

Lilith slept badly, plagued with bad dreams. She had been restless all night so long before dawn, she resigned herself to getting no sleep and climbed down from her top bunk. She quietly changed into a clean vest from the rucksack that contained all she possessed in the world. She looked down at the filthy jeans she had on, and wondered if she could pick up a change of clothes while she was out later. Her room-mate, the red-haired trainee doctor Amy, was still asleep. Lilith wandered quietly around D Block through to C Block, and to the kitchen area. She got a glass of water, and sat sipping it quietly in the dark, alone with just her thoughts for company.
It wasn’t long before she saw the faint light of dawn creeping through the windows, and sounds of life around the cell block, so she made her way outside. The Asian guy and the pretty brunette were stood by a van with a large bag of weapons. As she approached, he shot her a friendly smile.
"Hi, I'm Glenn," he said as he handed her a baseball bat, and with a nod of his head towards the back of the vehicle added, "Hop in."
Lilith climbed in the back. There were a couple of other people she recognised from Woodbury; Karen, and a large black guy that had been new to Woodbury. He introduced himself as Tyreese and also presented his sister, Sasha.
The engine started, and Daryl hopped in before shutting the doors and banging on the roof. Lilith felt the vehicle move off, and she could just see through the small dirty windows at the back of the vehicle as they passed through the prison gates, which were closed quickly behind them.

Thirty minutes or so later, they pulled into an alleyway just off the main street of a nearby town. Glenn opened the door, and silently beckoned them all out.
"Y'all have 20 minutes," Daryl told the group in hushed tones. "We'll split into two teams. Glenn, you take Karen, Sasha and Maggie and go look for food, medicine, anything you can find. And I think Beth said she needs more formula for lil' Ass-kicker."
He turned his eyes then to the remainder in the van. Tyreese and his sister had been at the prison for a short time before leaving for Woodbury. Daryl found it ironic that they were both back now. The last was the British girl. She looked anxious to get moving rather than afraid, and unflinchingly held his gaze as he scrutinized her. What the hell a limey was doing in Georgia, he had no idea. He just hoped Robin Hood wasn't going to slow them down.
"There's a sporting supplies store 'bout a block away. We move quickly, and most importantly, quietly. We do not want to attract the attention of any walkers. You see one, despatch it quickly, no noise. Understood?"
Everyone nodded. He quietly closed the back doors, and checked the street from the end of the alleyway. It was clear so he signalled for the others to follow him.
They moved swiftly, and Daryl glanced back once to make sure everyone was keeping up. He was pleasantly surprised to note the girl had barely broken a sweat and was clutching her bat ready to swing.
They slipped quietly down the side of the sporting goods store, and Daryl tried the back door. The lock was already busted, which was good news in that he didn’t have to break it down, but bad news because the place had likely been cleaned out already.
They made their way into the store and Daryl noticed immediately that the gun cabinet was cleared out. There was some ammunition left, a few shotgun shells, cartons of bullets, and a few clips, so he started to put it into the empty bag he had.
"Spread out, and be careful," he whispered to the others.
After he had emptied the counter of any remaining ammo, he decided to check out the back storeroom in case there was any in there. When he walked in, his eyes were immediately drawn to some movement near the racks in the back. He raised his bow, ready to fire, then lowered it when he saw it was Lilith.
She was just pulling up some new black cargo pants, and his eyes were drawn to a brief glimpse of pale lithe legs. She turned towards him as she pulled up the zip fly, and looked at him challengingly, daring him to comment. She bent down and grabbed two more pairs off the shelf, and stuffed them into a black Bergen. He could see she had already added in a quiver, and several dozen carbon shafts, fletching, and a variety of tips. Finally, she picked up a riser handle and some limbs for a recurve bow that had been resting on the shelf next to where the box of cargo pants were, and stuffed them into the large Bergen. She threw the bag over her shoulder, which must have been quite heavy, but she managed it easily enough. She grabbed her bat, and wordlessly pushed past him back into the main part of the store.
There was little ammo in the back, but he grabbed what he could, including some cargo pants for himself, and followed her back into the store.
Tyreese had managed to get a few blades and axes, and Lilith was just placing a bowie knife into a leather holster attached to her belt, and secured the tip around her thigh.
"Are we done?" Daryl asked quietly. Both nodded. They headed back behind the counter towards the rear exit, when Tyreese said, "Wait!"
Daryl looked at him, questioningly.
"Do you know what we need, man? Some rope," said Tyreese.
"What? Are you insane?" asked Daryl incredulously.
"No, I'm serious," replied the big man.
"Me too. That's stupid. Name one thing you're gonna need a rope for." Daryl asked.
"You don't fuckin' know what we're gonna need it for. You just always need it."
Daryl rolled his eyes. "Alright. Get your stupid fuckin' rope." He watched Tyreese pick up a big coil of black rope. Damn fool. That shit must weigh thirty pounds.
He led them back up the street, Tyreese lagging behind as he struggled with his heavy bag and cumbersome rope. They passed by a florist with a large glass window, all the displays long wilted into grey-green mush. As Tyreese came level with the door, a walker crashed through the glass reaching for him with rotted fingers, oblivious to the shards of glass protruding from its flesh. Tyreese dropped his bag, and reached for the large pickaxe he had strapped to his back, but it got caught in the rope slung over his shoulder.
The walker clawed at him, and he was able to hold it back, its bloody jaw snapping an inch from his face. Daryl turned when he heard the crash, he saw Tyreese struggle and raised his crossbow. Before he was able to get a clear shot, Lilith had dropped her back and swung hard at the walker. There was a sickening squelch as half of the head caved in, and the neck was broken. The creature stumbled back, its head hanging at a grotesque angle. She swung again and the creature fell and lay still.
Daryl came over and checked the walker. It was put down. He helped Tyreese up, who mumbled his gratitude to Lilith. "No time for chit-chat, ladies," Daryl grumbled, giving Tyreese a mean stare, and starting jogging back towards the van.
They threw their things in the back and climbed in. Daryl looked over at Lilith, who for the first time that morning seemed shaken. There was a slight shake to her shoulders and she clutched onto her Bergen tighter than was necessary.
"Was that your first walker kill?"
She nodded.
"You did good, girl" he said. He had seen grown men throw up after their first kill. Maybe she had potential after all. He wondered how she had gone this long since the world got fucked without killing a single walker, but instead of questioning her, he turned to watch out of the van door and waited for Glenn and his party. They didn’t have to wait long.
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